watching the night
slowly swallow what
once was fading light
turns imperceptibly into
the beginnings of a shadow
listening as the sounds
of daily life sink
slowly into the
silence of a
dark soft
oblivion
trying to
find that
faint line
where all the
magic happens
the space behind
and in between the
moments of dusk settling
and one silent silhouette
frantically tracing the
corners of the moment
as it fades away
looking for the
way into the
silent space
behind as it
must be the
last place
the magic
still is
Author notes
wheee.... and why is negativity such a prolific spawning ground for creativity.... well it's better than other outlets i suppose
A contest entry
- Darkness and Light by guardian warrior.
550 points, ended May 5, 15 entries
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